Chapter 16 - The Absolute Zero[]
Aniel
Caspan III Class Drone WarShip
Sian Star System
January, 3159 CE
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Casper III Warship, the Aniel
Space combat is fast. The reason it's fast is because it's extremely decisive-hitting an enemy ship hard enough would hit send a ship into a world's atmosphere, detonate fuel or ammunition will do the job of killing it.
That surety, that knowledge was turning out to be wrong.
Brother Aniel refused to believe what he was seeing, because it defied all the knowledge in the Caspar III's databank, and all the combined experience of the domini.
Vessels torn open to space weren't settling or releasing escape pods. Especially not the small Lyran, Fedsuns, or Combine ships.
They were still fighting.
Another of his brothers erupted in a ball of silver light. Struck by missiles from those damnably primitive cutters-nuclear weapons release had been granted! how dare they!!
The defenders were daring to thwart him in his duty!
Ships that shouldn't be able to move, ships that should be blinded, were moving, firing, fighting back. A Lyran cruiser streaming mist from ruptured portside tanks was coming about. Impossibly, with her fangs out while pouring a wall of fire at his vessel-body.
A body that, unlike their frail human crews, could endure-
Was his thought ended in a flash of silver agony.